His eyes and his smile,
Suddenly embrace me.
He makes my heart beat faster;
That’s the way it should be.
His arms hug me.
And I never want to let go.
And how I seem to blush;
To his smile’s glow.
I love the way he acts;
When it’s just him and I,
And the way he whispers in my ear;
And lets my heart fly.
The roses that he leaves for me;
That only make me smile.
When he will sit down next to me,
and talk to me for awhile.
I’ll tell him that I love him,
and he’ll hold me hand,
He’ll say, “I love you too.”
And make me feel grand.
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoésieLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.